OH MY TIAN!!!


Pertaining to my blog entry entitled "My First Week In Campus", dated 19th August 2006 (Sunday), I made a shockingly astounishing discovery that, by right, should warrant me a modest Nobel Prize:








INTERNAL! SHUTTLE! BUS! C! TRAVELS! PASS! THE! FACULTY! OF! SCIENCE!!! !!! !!!



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Man, I feel downright dumb. Somebody throw me a knife.
(-_-")

The Five Love Languages

My primary love language is probably
Quality Time
with a secondary love language being
Physical Touch.

Complete set of results

Quality Time:		9
Physical Touch:		8
Acts of Service:		7
Receiving Gifts:		3
Words of Affirmation:		3

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Unhappiness in relationships, according to Dr. Gary Chapman, is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. Sometimes we don't understand our partner's requirements, or even our own. We all have a "love tank" that needs to be filled in order for us to express love to others, but there are different means by which our tank can be filled, and there are different ways that we can express love to others.

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Indeed, I do value quality time very highly. If you ask me, communication is THE main bridge that connects two people together, and THE main foundation on which strong relationships are built upon.

We can give without loving, but we can never truly love without giving. How can love be nurtured and maintained when one or both party are not willing to invest time to engage and understand each other better? How can anyone so claim to love when he/she is not even making time for the significant other?

One thing for certain - I definitely don't believe in telepathy.


Physical touch. It never fails to melt my heart whenever I catch sight of aged couples, with wrinkling skin and graying hair, still gently holding hands and gazing into each others' eyes lovingly after decades of marriage. Enough said. The mere image conjured by this sentence alone is powerful enough.
=)


Gifts and words of affirmation are not placed high in my priority list. Love, in my humble opinion, can never be measured materially. Gifts that are handmade and loaded with sincerity, efforts, and tender love are, of course, a totally different matter.

And people nowadays are so careless with their words. The word "love" is sooo mightly overused and tremendously under-estimated.

"I love to sleep."
"I love you."

What? Does this indirectly translated into that you love me as much, and as deeply, as you love your sleep?


See what I mean?


So don't heap and bombard your loved ones with expensive gifts or "I love you"s. Occasionally is fine, but don't smugly assume that that's all there is to it (fat hope). If love is so easy, then it is not real love. If love is so easy, Jesus would not need to die on the cross for us.

Rather, replace gifts and words of affirmation with acts of service. Surely actions speak louder than words. A simple act can travel a long mile and do wonders.

Do things that you would normally not do - even the little things which may seem insignificant.. Help him/her clean up his/her dog poo. Cook his/her favourite dishes. Make him/her a personal, handmade gift for special occasions. Bake him/her a humble cake. Aid in solving his/her problems. Render sound advices and honest opinions. Lend him/her your ears and shoulders. Speak encouragingly when the situation calls for it. Rebuke tenderly when the need arises. Surprise him/her with a, well, surprise.


Afterall, love is ultimately about sacrifices.

I THINK I THINK TOO MUCH... (Pun intended)


So anyway, there I was, coughing lightly on the bus on this sweltering, late Friday afternoon, when the guy seated next to me suavely flashed his Smith mints and inquired, "Here, you want some mints?"

"Errmmm... No, thank you." I replied automatically.

"You sure?" came the reply.

"Yep, but thanks anyway." I affirmed and returned his kindness with a smile.



All of a sudden, I was sharply reminded of the infamous Smith mints commercials, all of which always involving the male lead popping one of the mints into his mouth to freshen his breath before the steamy act of... ahem... sharing saliva with his ahem - ahem.


Ahem! I'm perfectly aware that Mr. Gentleman was merely just being, well, gentlemen-ly, but I can't help feeling tickled in my ribs. The thought of how lame a pick-up line it would be (that is, if intended to be one) kept me amused for the whole of that day.


I seriously think I have a way too active brain and an imagination twice as fertile.
Not that I'm complaining, of course.
I like it that way, honestly.




P.S. Smith mints, anyone? *blinks innocently*

MY FIRST WEEK IN CAMPUS


Surprisingly - for a typical, directionally-challenged girl who is capable of losing her way even in the heartlands - I did not encounter much difficulty adapting to the new, humongous campus environment; except for the 1st day of school on Monday, when I had trouble locating LT32 for my very 1st lecture.

So confident and pleased was I in my so-called "unexpected ingeniousness" that I started to take it for granted. After finishing my Reason and Persuasion lecture at the Faculty of Arts & Social Science on Friday, I decided to try a new route back to the Faculty of Science for my next lecture.

From the Faculty of Arts & Social Science, I took the Internal Shuttle Bus C back to Yusof Ishak House, where I alighted. After waiting (super-duper long) for either Bus 95 or Internal Shuttle Bus A2 to ferry me back to Faculty of Science, my sparkling and lovely eyes spotted Bus 151 coming my way. Recalling that I had seen Bus 151 somewhere (but regrettably, don't know where) - and plus the fact that my next lecture starts in a mere 10mins time - I boarded it without much delibration.


Wonder of wonders, Voila!
Before I knew it, the freaking bus EXITED right out of NUS.
(!!! !!! !!!)


What! on! earth! was! I! thinking!!!


Thus, I was late for my lecture by a grand 20mins; that is, after I made a successful detour into campus and, finally, expertly navigated my way back to the Faculty of Science.



It's times like this when I wish dearly for the ability to teleport.

(-_-")

MY TUMMYACHE DAYS...


It's official. (!!!)

CM1101 Principles of Modern Chemistry ........................ 27/11/2006 (Mon), PM
CM1111 Basic Inorganic Chemistry .............................. 29/11/2006 (Wed), PM
MA1421 Basic Applied Mathematics for Sciences ............ 05/12/2006 (Tues), PM
PR1301 Complementary Medicine & Health ................... 25/11/2006 (Sat), AM
PH1101E Reason and Persuasion ................................. 04/12/2006 (Mon), AM
SSA2211 The Evolution of a Global City-State ............... 01/12/2006 (Fri), PM


Unless there is/are tutorial timeslot clash(es), resulting in me dropping 1 or more of the above-mentioned modules; these are the ones that I will be taking for Semester 1 and the examination dates are as stated above.

Was consolidating my schedule [horrors!!! We have to plan our own timetable on top of the exorbitant tuition fees!!!] when the examination dates caught my dainty and pretty eyes. Isn't it amazing how as one advances on in education, the academic terms seem to shrink and become shorter and shorter?

Can't believe that my first paper is slanted to be on the 27th of November, which is just a mere 3.5 months away.
*agapes*

It's back to a dismal lifestyle of nerdy mugging, I suppose.
Bleah!

And it'll be another 3.5 months before the oh-so-familiar "pre-examination syndromes" come visiting me again. A stomach of brick and lead, butterflies, stomache, nausea, diarrhoea, blahblahblah - you name it, I'll experience it a couple of hours before the commencement of each and every paper. Boohoohoo...

I don't like examination periods.
*sulks* *pouts*



*and bleah!!!*